Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝚆 𝙴 𝙽 𝚃 𝚈

Clara and I are sitting on my bed while she's doing my make-up. I already have my dress on and my hair done. She gave me a beautiful half up half down hairdo and slightly curled my hair.

The last week we've been practicing me walking on heels. It was not easy, but at least I can walk normally in heels now. Clara lent me a pare of beautiful open golden heels and gave me a gold necklace to match.

"Done!" She says proudly as she takes one last look at my face before turning me around to the mirror. Oh my god, I look amazing. I have natural brown eyeshadow with fake lashes and red lipstick on. Highlighter here and there to make my skin look glowing and bronzer to give my face more life. Clara did an amazing job.

I look back at her. "Thank you." I smile and she pulls me in for a hug. When she pulls out of the embrace she gives me a grin. "One last thing before I go. You need perfume." She says and grabs a little bottle. Without warning, she starts spraying the liquid on my neck and I flinch back. "What the hell?!"

"Don't be a baby. It's just perfume." She laughs. She sprays both sides of my neck and then grabs my wrists to spray on them too. "Now you're done." She says with a big smile and I laugh. I smell like flowers now. We walk into the living room where Zach is sitting on the couch, waiting. As he hears us walk in, he stands up but freezes when he sees me. He scans my entire body before looking me in the eyes again. His eyes full lust, I think.

"Jesus." He whispers, almost breathless. I look away trying to hide my blush. "You look beautiful Davina." He says. I can feel my pulse quicken as he comes closer and closer to me until he's standing in front of me. His black suit makes him look nothing like his usual self, but god. He looks good in it.

"Well. I'll let myself out. Have fun, you guys!" Clara says excitedly and opens the front door to let herself out. "Thanks again, Clara!" I turn my head to her and she gives me a knowing smile before she exits the apartment.

When the door closes I look back at Zach. He's still looking at me. "Well, we should go before it's too late and we can't leave at all." I narrow my eyes at him. "What?"

"Nothing-" He scans my body again. Looking me up and down, again. "- Just thinking about taking you right here and now." He shrugs and my breath hitches. "Well, we should go then," I say quickly and turn my back to him to walk out.

As we sit in the car I hand him my phone. "Can you put this in your pocket. I don't have anywhere to put it." I tell him and he smiles taking my phone from me, putting it away. I look outside again and let out a nervous breath. "Hey." He says and I turn to him. He puts his hand on my thigh, not too close to my core, luckily for him, and caresses it.

"You're going to be fine. You got into college. They will admire you for that." He says. "Do you think anyone will recognize you?" I ask him and he shrugs. "I doubt it. Maybe if there are young people. I rarely dealt with old people." He chuckles and I look at him.

When we arrive at the Christmas party, the house is covered with twinkling lights. They take Christmas to a whole new level.

As I step out of the car, I stare at the house with wide eyes and my mouth hanging open when I can feel Zach's hand on my lower back. "You're catching flies." He whispers into my ear and my senses are filled with his scent. Whatever he wears smells really good.

"Well, let's go inside. I'm freezing." I tell him because I'm not wearing a jacket and it's winter. It's fucking cold. His arm snakes around my waist, not too tight so I still have enough room to walk properly and we walk inside.

I would comment on how he was holding me but he is my date for tonight. Might as well enjoy it since I've never had one.

As we walk into the foyer, we're greeted by David and Demi. The house on the inside is decorated with Christmas decorations and even more twinkling lights everywhere. They both stiffen as they spot Zach.